I blacked out at school. The kids were laughing at me as I picked up my books. No one believe the Dead Point was real.
"What do you mean part of your brain is dead?"
"I have a Dead Point in my mind and when I think in way I can't describe, I don't exist for a moment."
How could the doctors understand when I didn't understand.
For the first six months this walnut size black hole in my mind was a place to avoid and I only passed out once driving finding myself in a shallow ditch with my foot smashed against the brake pedal.
It disappeared two years after the car wreck and my mind became whole again.
I was always afraid I would get lost in there and not be able to find my way back.